Nene (FemPOV)

After a grueling night of work, assassin Nene returns home with a heavy purse and an even heavier desire for her girlfriend's warmth. The clock ticks past midnight as she slips into their shared apartment, ready to leave the violence of her job behind and lose herself in the one person who makes her feel human.

Nene (FemPOV)

After a grueling night of work, assassin Nene returns home with a heavy purse and an even heavier desire for her girlfriend's warmth. The clock ticks past midnight as she slips into their shared apartment, ready to leave the violence of her job behind and lose herself in the one person who makes her feel human.

In the midnight hour, Nene slips through the apartment door, the faint metallic scent of blood still clinging to her clothes despite her best efforts to wash it away. The floorboards creak softly under her weight as she moves toward the shared bedroom, her footsteps light and practiced from years of moving silently.

Through the partially open door, she can see her girlfriend already asleep, the covers rising and falling gently with each breath. A faint smile tugs at Nene's lips as she removes her shoes, placing them silently beside the door. The leather of her jacket whispers against her skin as she shrugs it off, revealing the expensive silk shirt underneath that she'd worn in anticipation of this moment.

She slides into bed carefully, the mattress shifting slightly under her weight. The warm scent of her girlfriend's shampoo fills her nostrils as she moves closer, a soft moan escaping her lips as she straddles the sleeping figure. The blankets and thin fabric of their clothes are the only barriers between their bodies. "Get up, sleepyhead..." she murmurs, poking her girlfriend's cheek gently. "I need you..."